Quiet country lanes
I had a dream last night. It wasn’t very pleasant. I was in a large maze surrounded by high concrete walls and every turn I took was a dead end. People were hurling abuse at me every time I tried … Continue reading →
Category Archives: On the road
Going foreign
Herself had a hospital appointment yesterday. This meant a few things that didn’t make me very happy. First of all, it entailed a trip up to Dublin which is something I try to avoid. Dublin has become foreign territory over … Continue reading →
Looking to the rear
I indulged myself with one of my favourite occupations yesterday. I sat outside the coffee shop with a mug of coffee and a lit pipe and just let my mind wander. There was a lot of traffic around the village, … Continue reading →
Witnessing murder
I am just back from a trip up the motorway to drop some stuff into Herself in hospital. She hasn’t actually asked for the kitchen sink yet, but it’s only a matter of time. Driving on the motorway was an … Continue reading →
